Posts Tagged: THE WORLD
Gray Suits On Patrol
They stand on bully pulpits with their airs they broadcast nothing but their utter lack of creativity they fight freedom in its name with indignity they hang the spirit of our souls like a dirty rag upon their sharpened swords
Gray Suits On Patrol
They stand on bully pulpits with their airs they broadcast nothing but their utter lack of creativity they fight freedom in its name with indignity they hang the spirit of our souls like a dirty rag upon their sharpened swords
traffic
Looking for the name of the girl in the dark invisible faces disappear into the night without remembering we will forget ourselves without fighting for the truth the lies will overshadow selfish men poison the shadows the soul leaves the
traffic
Looking for the name of the girl in the dark invisible faces disappear into the night without remembering we will forget ourselves without fighting for the truth the lies will overshadow selfish men poison the shadows the soul leaves the
foreign sheets
The woman inside shroud in which you hide what is your hair like under there the dark robe conceals mysterious eyes and a hidden smile or perhaps a dark sadness that lingers for years and years across the silk and
foreign sheets
The woman inside shroud in which you hide what is your hair like under there the dark robe conceals mysterious eyes and a hidden smile or perhaps a dark sadness that lingers for years and years across the silk and
Father Farther
Years are man’s measure to order we must align they post signs along roads which infiltrate our minds you clutch to the comfort of these measurements and count the days as though you can hold on to them but
Father Farther
Years are man’s measure to order we must align they post signs along roads which infiltrate our minds you clutch to the comfort of these measurements and count the days as though you can hold on to them but
the return
The water laps at the shore I am lucky to have returned I once thought of my dying freedom in foresight I saw the tempest which would carry me I knew the time would be long before I would feel
the return
The water laps at the shore I am lucky to have returned I once thought of my dying freedom in foresight I saw the tempest which would carry me I knew the time would be long before I would feel
